As he gazed at the marble statue of an early, Dutch city father, within the little oval, he remembered that he had read that long before it had been erected, there stood in this same Bowling Green Park a leaden statue of George III, of England. And Willie recalled, too, that a crowd of patriots, during the Revolution, had fastened ropes to this statue, at a time when Washington was in sore need of ammunition, and had pulled it down and melted it, and cast the molten lead into bullets to teach that same George III a needed lesson. And that thought recalled to mind another occurrence of Revolutionary days that took place in this exact spot where he stood. The iron-picketed fence that surrounds Bowling Green was built in 1771, and each of the cast-iron posts bore on its summit a royal coat of arms or some other royal insignia, that the patriots did not like. And so, with hammers and axes, they knocked off these offending finials. Plainly did the rough-topped supports show where these offensive emblems had been broken away; and Willie had just started to examine the telltale marks, when a voice said, “Hello, youngster. I see you are getting well posted.” “You’re mistaken,” laughed Willie. “I am doing picket duty.” “Well, come along and we’ll do something that you will find more interesting. We’ll have to hustle, too. So be brisk.” The voice was familiar enough, but Willie hardly recognized the well-dressed and really handsome man who was speaking to him. He had never before seen Sheridan in anything but old clothes. After an astonished look at him Willie leaped to join the Secret Service man. But the latter, instead of starting for the waterfront, turned up Broadway. A very short walk brought them to a towering office-building into which the detective turned. Willie wondered, but kept his peace. He was learning to use his mouth less and his eyes and ears more. They stepped into an express elevator and were shot upward to the twenty-fifth floor. They walked down a long corridor and came to a door which bore the name “Coastwise Steamship Company.” Willie was glad that he had asked no questions. They entered the office, but were held up by a pompous office boy, who demanded to know their business. Willie’s companion took a card from his pocket and began to write on it. Willie saw that the card was engraved with the name of “Franklin P. Sheridan, United States Secret Service.” And on the face of the card Sheridan wrote this message: “Would like to see Mr. Morgan at once on a matter of importance.” When the office boy looked at the card, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Willie heard him mutter to himself, “Gee! He’s a Secret Service man!” The way the lad lost his dignity and bolted into Mr. Morgan’s office made both Willie and his companion laugh. A moment later the office boy came hustling out.